The Cantar in verse is an octosyllabic quatrain that assonates and is usually limited to one strophe. ideas - sieved and distilledglossed for acceptabilitycarefully planned preservationskillfully carved posterity Written for Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt Image credit: Britta Benson
The future occupies a higher mindshare than the past. There are times I feel history is being raked up only to settle political scores, or justify a stance which is not being accepted. If I could travel on a time machine where would I go? ….to a future I’m curious about. Youtube videos on future … Continue reading Gates of history
Brittle promises, riding breezily on a rice paper boat on choppy oceans of this random universe; Whimsy as its clumsy sail of patchwork patterns cut out from life, Chance as its wayward hope, earnestly tying new born souls with tinsel.
-breaking the eggshell-outgrowing mediocrity-finding new groundor new surfaces-experimentingwith different channelsof communicationis all so intrinsicto growthto planting meaningin the mundanesoil of life Then, is it a crimeto renege on wordsI did not seeas a binding contract? Written for Weekend Writing Prompt
I moved from 28 followers to 3K+, just by participating in writing prompts. What changed in the process was the intent and theme of the blog. I moved from articles to flash fiction and poetry. I do have a flair for writing from schooldays, but I accept with full gratitude that I learnt a lot … Continue reading Blogging Challenges
This week Reena Saxeena over at Reena’s Xploration Challenge set us the task of writing something in response to this line: “passing through a doorway in history”.Below lies my contribution, a poem titled: Moment In The Sun.
MOMENT IN THE SUN
This is our moment in the sun
When we embrace the spotlight
Or cut and run
Because it’s too bright!
This is your 15 minutes
Of fame
When we surpass our limits
And dance in the rain
Make the most of our time
Here on earth
Sing; travel; paint or rhyme
Show us what you’re worth
Because we’re just
“passing through a doorway in history”
A mere drop in the ocean of time
A twinkle in our maker’s eye
What happens next is a mystery
Which way you turn
When you walk through that door
No way to discern
What lies in store
Until you turn the handle